The date ends on a sour note

Special thanks to SpiralFelix once again for the idea of this chapter, and for allowing me to write it out.

The park was only a five minute drive from school, and despite the fact Corey had the heater going, the car hadn't really warmed up yet for it to be effective. So Mackenzie quietly sat there, her legs crossed and her arms protectively covering her large, round breasts.

A part of Mackenzie couldn't help but thinking back to how her date with Ryan had ended. How she silently sat in his car, wearing nothing but his damaged shirt. Then the two or three dozen times she had ridden home naked in his car, but he had always been kind enough to go and buy her clothes to help her avoid getting in trouble by her parents. Well...except for the day they had broken up, Mackenzie had been so upset that she stubbornly refused his offer for help.

But this time, it was just awkward, Corey didn't make any offers. Nor did Mackenzie ask for anything else. She just sat there, trying her best to regain some warmth. Her mind adrift in memories about her old Highschool days with Ryan and how badly this date had gone because her cruel luck.

Eventually the car came to a stop, forcing Mackenzie to snap out of her thoughts. She winced slightly as he turned on the inside lights to his car, she really didn't want to be seen, but she didn't object either. She had already done enough damage to their date as far as she was concerned.

"Corey...I am so sorry about everything tonight. I know I left the restaurant early while we were eating, and then I ditched our time at the fireworks show too." She regretfully stated. She then glanced out into void of his windshield, the glare from the lights making it hard for her to realize where she was.

"Hey, don't worry. Despite all the...interruptions, I had a great time." Corey smirked, he then unbuckled his seatbelt to lean over and give her a kiss on the cheek.

Mackenzie finally cracked a smile that was more than diffident. But her confidence slowly began to build up as he kissed her cheek. Maybe Willow was right, maybe she just needed to skip the formalities and jump into the fun side of having a relationship.

As Corey began to pull away, Mackenzie was quick to grab a fistful of his shirt, pulling him back in for a kiss on the lips. Her hand rested on his clothed chest, and her tongue stuck out to enter his as she allowed herself to let lust finally win. Luckily for the both of them, she was more than eager to rekindle the coals of her sexual desire, and it didn't take long either for her either as she used her free hand to undo her seatbelt.

Corey seemed just as onboard with the idea too, his tongue was quick to join then dance with hers as they began to make out for the third time tonight. His hand reached over, grabbing her chilled breast and squeezing it hungrily. His skilled fingers were quick to follow it up by pinching her stiff nipple, eliciting moan from the redhead.

Mackenzie had always loved the idea of doing naughty things in public locations, and her college campus was no exception to that rule. Plus Corey's hands were a wonderful contrast to just how cold she was from being out in the November night, and most of it being naked.

Mackenzie reached up, her hand undoing a few buttons of Corey's button up shirt, revealing some of the white tanktop beneath. She had her body on display for pretty much the entire date, it was only fair that she got a good view too.

Sadly for Mackenzie though, as she was doing this, Corey's hand gave up its position on her breast, and slowly made its way between her crossed legs. Brushing over her still quite damp vulva, the naked redhead gasped, and her arm weakly fell onto the arm rest as he stole control from her.

But she didn't seem to mind, and her legs uncrossed for him to get better access. But seemed he had the nefariousness act of continuing to just rub her wet pussy, his fingertips brushing over her hard clit. It was more than enough for Mackenzie though, after hours of being left stimulated but with no means of cumming, it was more than welcome. And her eyes closed while she let Corey have his way with her perfect body.

"Mnnn...Corey...right there." She begged with a shuddering breath. It the turned into a high pitched gasp as his mouth met her hard nipple, sucking on the pink bud.

Mackenzie moaned, and quite loudly too as her panting began to pick up, her hips rocked along with his movements. Adding even more stimulation to her pussy, and the nylon rubbing against her ass and thighs contributed to her already short fuse.

Willow had been right all along, skip the pretenses of a relationship. Just let the love and passion control the night. The best parts of the date had been when they had been making out in the park, or in the public bathroom...hell...maybe even back at their table when she was masturbating. But she was finally getting her much deserved orgasm, and it was rapidly approaching with Corey's clever and bold touch.

"Yes! Right there! Fuck! I'm...I'm gonna-"

The pressure spontaneously stopped, and Corey's mouth withdrew from her breast. Once again, she had lost her chance to cum.

But this time, she was much more audible about as she whined, opening her eyes to pout at him. "N-no fair...I was so close..."

Corey chuckled. "You can wait one more minute, how about we go to the back, we can have much more room there~"

He then began to climb onto the arm rest towards the back seat. Mackenzie couldn't help but smile at that idea, she had many fun nights with Ryan in the back seat of his car, tonight would be no different.

She sat up fully, watching as Corey and his torso squeezed into the back, though as he brought his left leg up, a familiar yellow fabric stuck out of the pocket of his pants.

Instantly her mood died out, atleast in terms of joining him back there. That couldn't be what she thought it was, right?

Her hand shot forward, grabbing the yellow fabric from his pocket and her other hand grabbed the other side of it to spread it out. It was her lacey yellow thong! The same garment she thought she had lost in bathroom an hour and a half ago!

"What the hell?!" She growled, her eyes looking at her reclaimed panties. It seemed Corey was aware of what happened too, as he quickly sat back down in the drivers seat?

"What?"

"You had my underwear this whole time?! You said you didn't have them! You fucking lied to me!" She roared at him, her focus drifting to her date. Her right hand let go of her thong to furiously grip the hand her door.

Corey didn't seem to treat the situation with any seriousness. Instead he just rolled his eyes while raising an eyebrow at the naked girl.

"So what? You lost them earlier and didn't seem to mind." He countered, his hand reaching out to grab the other side of her panties, tugging it his way.

"Let go of my...underwear!" She demanded, pulling back with all her might, the waist band of her yellow thong stretching out between them.

"Why? You gave up your skirt back at the park? What's another garment being gone?" Corey rebutted, putting more strength into his effort to win back his prize.

With both of the teens pulling at the tiny thong, it was becoming too much on the elastic waistband. A few seconds later, both sides snapped, causing the two teens to go sailing back, and slamming into the door on either side. The yellow fabric falling uselessly into Mackenzie's lap.

Mackenzie groaned, but quickly recovered, her hand quickly clutching the ruined garment. Her mind flashed back to the various predicaments she had found herself in. When her clothes went missing at the park, he had feigned ignorance when she had asked if he had picked up any of them up...it was a lie and he return her thong.

Back at the bathroom, her panties and shoes had gone missing. He once again claimed to have not picked anything up, and during that time she could recall his left arm moving around under the table when they spoke. She had assumed he was touching himself, like she had been doing. But no...he was probably the one unraveling her turtleneck!

And then there was the fire works festival. How he seemed only concerned when it was his coat being lost. But none of her own clothes when they had been taken from her. Hell, he didn't even rush to try and find her when she ran away.

"It was you!" she proclaimed, her anger boiling over. "You've been sabotaging my clothes all evening! You didn't have any intention for a date! You're just another fucking asshole trying to fuck me!"

Corey glared back, sitting up and towering over the nubile girl. "What of it? You were the one who ditched her skirt back at the park when you returned! You're the one who let a thread of your fabric catch on the table to let me unravel it! Hell, you didn't even wear a bra tonight! You were wanting all this shit to happen, just like when you let your friend strip you back at the Halloweenw party! Hell the only reason were accepted there was because of your reputation as a streaker!"

Mackenzie was aghast, finding his words hard to believe. She never ditched her skirt! And she certainly didn't recall getting her shirt caught on the table for him to unravel the garment. But worst of all, he was no different than all the other douchebags that had tried to swing with her. He had no intentions of ever getting into a relationship. He had no sympathy for her predicaments. He was just interested in dating the Shy Streaker!

Her hand went down to grab her purse. This date was officially over!

"Fuck you! You're the worst!" She venomously said.

"Get the fuck out of my car!" Corey shot back.

Mackenzie blinked, but didn't object. Instead she reached over to unlock the door and stepped back out into the cold November night.

"You owe me a new coat by the way!"

"Like I ever want to fucking see you ever again!" Mackenzie countered as she slammed the door and stepped into the side walk.

She watched as Corey sped away, she defiantly raised her middle finger at him as he drove out of sight. Though it wouldn't be long before feelings of grief and betrayal washed over her, barely overtaking her arousal as she looked around.

It didn't take her long to realize she was by the college stadium. Her mind drifted back to Homecoming weekend, and how she had streaked across the stadium, having been seen by thousands of people. That had only been two weeks ago too. But worst of all, that meant she was on the complete opposite side of her dorm! It was going to be atleast 15 minute run!

Mackenzie reached into her purse and pulled out her phone to turn it on. Or atleast, that was her intention, but any efforts to unlock it failed, and holding the power button only resulted with a red battery and a lightning bold. Indicating that her phone had a dead battery.

"The asshole must've turned on my flashlight before we went to watch fire works...." she mumbled before stuffing her phone and ruined thong into her bag. The silver lining to this night was the fact that Corey didn't have a prize to keep from this disaster of a date.

Mackenzie then began to walk, one hand clutching her purse in front of her pussy while her other arm cradled her sizable boobs. Once again she found herself streaking across the campus. Luckily for her though, it was deserted...